Sirius Business: The Life and Times of Jack Burton

[AngelOfIron]

Captain's Log, 05/16/3011 through 05/31/3011

[Entry begins] So it turns out there was a catch to the Lieutenant's deal after all. Y'know, besides paying the repair bill. It seems that ol' Ronny had done some bad, bad things back in the day. Things apparently so bad that both the Rhineland Police and Rhineland Military felt obligated to train their weapons on me as soon as I was within visual range of Leipzig Station. Lucky for me I was able to arrange for a face-to-face with the station's comptroller and explain to him that I'd recently purchased my ship from an individual who is currently serving in the Liberty Navy. Okay, so that probably wasn't the wisest idea, but, hey, it got me off the hook! In fact the (...) were kind enough to alter -- I mean update -- the ship's registration for me at the cost of a few thousand credits. Gone is the Philipsen Express Inc.. Today marks the maiden flight of the The Sirius Business! (...) Okay, true, I probably could have christened 'er somethin' else. But figured that I'll finally be able to hire myself a decent lawyer with the money that I'm going to be making with this train and get that business with the radio stations sorted out once 'n for all. (...) [Entry ends]

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[Entry begins] Back on Earth That Was, before interstellar travel was commonplace, a barge was a flat-bottomed boat, built mainly for river and canal transport of heavy goods. Today they're space faring vessels big enough to house a colony of 40,000 souls and still have breathing room to spare. The Speed of a Hetzer is one such ship; essentially a mobile Freeport whose residential crew dealt in the buying, selling and trading pretty much everything that the Sirius Sector had to offer. (...) Yesterday I found myself on the Hetzer looking for a new ship. Nothin' to replace the Sirius, mind you! I'd be a fool to give up this money maker! No, what I was in the market for was a -

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(...) lists her as the CHF-412 Rusty Nail, formerly captained by Marcus Griswold. Wait a minute... (...) It's him. The kid I met on Los Angeles all those years ago. This was his ship. (...) Would this be considered irony, or fate? (...) I'll be keeping her secured inside Pod 3 since nothin' else ever gets put in there on account of the faulty environmental and life support systems. I'm not good enough to pilot her manually, which is why I've fitted her with a remote control suite. If anythin' comes after my cargo 'n I that the Sirius herself can't handle, then I'll just set a course for the nearest Jump Gate and use this doohickey that I'm holdin' here to make the Nail provide cover until we're safely out of harms way. (...) Marcus... If you're listening to this, I'd just like to say... Thank you. [Entry ends]

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